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I was born somewhere here in England, 42 years ago. Most people don’t know how old they are around here. Others refer to themselves as “28 summers” or “32 winters” but that don’t mean much in a world where seasons can last for hours or years. On the whole I’ve always been moving. I grew up in a family that moved around, sometimes trading and most times fighting. As you may have gathered I listened to my Grandmother a lot. That is largely due to the relatively premature deaths of my parents and the scarcity of electricity with which to power MP3 players. A few years back someone traded me a wind-up device which, for a fair amount of sweat work, provides enough juice to power up most phones, tablets and other devices we can find – ‘cept those stupid ones with the fruit on the back that have to have a different charger which no one ever can find or trade. Anyways, thinking about it I maybe learned a lot more from my Grandmother not having earphones in all the time.
My parents? I told you , they died young. That happens more often than not, and there isn’t any point getting sentimental about it.
Some point or other there wasn’t much of a Gang left, and those what were older than me decided to stay on at a wind farm in Norfolk. I wished them all the luck in the world but so far as I could see planting yourself makes you a sitting duck, so I headed off. Across the dead earth.
A lot of people will tell you for certain that Ezra is a mute. He ain’t, he just only speaks if he’s got something he thinks is worth saying. I like Ezra. Drexyl and Reggie and a few others we’ve met along the way say they find it most disconcerting that Ezra always wears a gas mask. I figure if anyone is going to be a hypochondriac, it’s the best gosh-darn field medic I ever met. For all he might give them the heebie-jeebies, there isn’t a soul in this family who wouldn’t trust Ezra entirely to fix them up and set them right. I think Skylar sort of has a soft spot for him, not that she’s one to betray her emotions, should she suffer any.
I can’t say I know a lot about Ezra’s background, he kind of just walked into my life one day and since then we’ve always looked out for one another, and the rest of the family as it grew. He collects books, on pretty much any subject, though I know he really likes the ones about Lords and Ladies back in the olden days. Though he’s a peaceful guy, on the whole, you wouldn’t wnat to get ont eh wrong side of that sword he carries around.
Drexyl’s parents, like mine, died when he was real small. Unlike me, he didn’t have the benefit of any others around. All alone in London, the kid lived off insects and rats until one day he found a gun on a body in the street and shot dead anyone who tried to take it from him, until they stopped trying to take it from him and offered him money to shoot their enemies instead.
Drexyl operated entirely as a loner and a mercenary until one day he took a contract out here in the country and got his leg caught in a deer-trap. That’s how Ezra found him, and set about setting Drexyl free and patching up his wounds despite the fact that Drexyl kept his rifle pointed between Ezra’s eyes the whole time. About 5 seconds after Ezra finished taping up Drexyl’s leg the man he had been fired to kill turned up. Drexyl aimed and would have put that man down right there and then had Ezra not put his hand on the barrel and lowered Drexyl’s gun. I guess by that point Drexyl figured he owed Ezra a favour, and I’m very lucky he seems to still think the same way, because that man was me.
Reggie’s still just a kid, really. His family are traders over in the Fens whom we picked up some weapons from a couple of years back. Reggie spent hours watching Drexyl testing the sights on his Sniper Rifle on their range. A couple of days later, Drexyl told me the boy had been shadowing us ever since we left. I didn’t think he was old enough to live the kind of lifestyle we lead, and so I set out to find wherever he was camping one night and tell him to vamoose. When I tracked him down to a campfire which he seemed to have lit using some dirt and hope, he grinned at me ear-to-ear and threw me a rucksack of ammo and moonshine he had taken from a bunch of raiders who had also been tracking us, and who were by then sinking slowly into the wetlands, their hats bobbing up and down in the centre of pools of ripples. He figured this would impress me. He’s been at my side ever since.
Skylar was always going to have a hard life growing up in this world as girl with a pretty face, but the first few years were something else. She grew up in some kind of crazy religious cult house until her teens. I think then she figured out some of the finer details and somehow got away. She got real good at hiding, and when that failed, escaping, with no qualms whatsoever about leaving anyone who crossed her with a wide red smile in her wake.
I’m glad as hell that whatever the boys in my family might be, none of them is either discourteous or stupid enough to think to try and treat Skylar the way it seems most folk prior to us running into her, by and large, had in the past. I’ll leave that there, as I know that Skylar wants to tell you that story for herself.